Mr. Fang's Feisty Mistress

"If you decide to make yourself crazy, get ready for a divorce!" Zhang Renshu warned in a menacing tone.

His shocking words finally got the hysterical Shi Wenqian to shut her mouth for once.

"Zhang Renshu, what did you say?" She asked with widened eyes after registering what he could have possibly said.

Zhang Renshu shot icy glares at her from his eyes. "If you no longer want to respect yourself as before, get ready to leave my house without a dime!"

Shi Wenqian was still taken aback with how far he has taken their argument to when he stood up and left the living room with his newspaper.

As he walked past her, she turned her body slightly as her head tilted to watch his back.

'Did he actually mention divorce?'

Shi Wenqian's teeth was gritted by now, as her shocked gaze turned to glares. She was angry at him for making such statement, but she knew better than to oppose him anymore.

At the moment, she was smart enough to wallow in her anger without trying to create another scene.

*****

Zhang Liling's soft palm swiped the reading desk in her bedroom, before she turned it over to look at it.

"No dust." She concluded when she felt the smoothness and saw no trace of dust on her palms.

Her room was cleaned up recently if not that morning, and she could tell who ordered it to be done, because her stepmother would never do something like that.

From her reading desk, Zhang Liling went to her bed with her gaze flying at every item in the room.

Soon, she was checking things out with her hands along with her eyes.

From the bedroom, she moved to her medium closet. Looking at the clothes hung and neatly lined up, she felt that she only needed to take a few things, but there was no how she was going to leave even a single item behind.

She didn't trust that her stepmother wouldn't find even the smallest thing to use against her with any of her properties.

After checking her personal space to make sure that nothing was missing, she started to pack her things, and soon, two servants came to help her out.

One of the servants in the house knocked before pushing the door open and stepping in with another servant.

"Miss, your father asked us to help you organize your stuff," One of them announced.

Zhang Liling nodded at them and felt a bit relieved before accepting them.

Her mood lightened after learning that her father asked the servants to help her because, she would have sent them away and turned their request down if they had come on their own.

Thankfully, her father had sent them.

After gathering her things, Zhang Liling instructed one of the servants helping her to go out and call the people she came with from the moving company.

A few minutes later, her things were being carried away from what used to be her room to the moving van.

Shi Wenqian was sitting in the living room and didn't see this happen, but she could hear the hassle being made.

She just sat there seething in rage and thinking when everyone's attention was distracted by a loud shriek.

Two servants were conversing close to the stairs as one of asked, "Was that not young master Mingyu's voice?"

Zhang Xiaoling was on a call with someone in her room when she heard the shrieks coming from the room beside hers. And immediately, the smile on her face disappeared.

"...alright, let's talk later." She said sweetly to the person at the other end of the phone.

Immediately the call got disconnected, she jumped out of her bed and threw her phone on it before shoving her feet into a pair of flip-flop beside the bed, and turning to leave the room through the door.

Turning to her side just outside her room, she faced Zhang Mingyu's room door and put her fist up as she was about to knock on it, but the door opened before her.

The surprised looking Zhang Mingyu met her angry gaze while on a call, and paused.

"What are you doing right in front of my door?" He mouthed.

"End that call right now!" Zhang Xiaoling ordered angrily. He still had the cheek to ask him questions after destroying her image right when she was on the phone with an important someone?

Zhang Mingyu saw his sister was truly angry, and said to his friend at the other end, "I will speak to you later, I have something important to attend to."

As soon as he put the phone away from his ear, Zhang Xiaoling's started scolding him.

"Don't you have manners?! Why would you scream like that without reasoning?!"

Zhang Mingyu didn't like the insults coming from her, and not after he seemed to be a bit apprehensive about a certain news. "Do you really have to be so mean at this moment? Don't you scream as well, why do you have to find faults with me?"

"Can you hear yourself?! Are you trying to tell me that you screamed because you have heard me doing that before?" Zhang Xiaoling retorted.

The more she glanced at her brother with that stubborn look on his face, she felt like slapping his cheeks.

What a disrespectful little thing!

"You should just say that you were put in a spot, but chose to vent your anger and frustration on me." Zhang Xiaoling said and turned to go back into his room, but she pulled him by the shoulders and dragged him out.

Just when he was about to slap her hand away, they both heard sounds of hurried footsteps, and the next second, Shi Wenqian appeared before them with a big frown on her face.

"What do you two think you are doing?!"

Zhang Xiaoling let his shoulder go and turned to face their mother, still with annoyance written all over her face.

"If you heard the scream, just know that it came from him. I don't know why he would act so uncouthly."

Speaking of uncouth, Shi Wenqian could remember screaming like a crazy woman earlier.